The Life Journalistic

“Now that I have a sheep, a cow, and a Sigma, everyone bids me, “GOOD DAY SIR!””
Benjamin Franklin 

Will the “new journalism” relegate the Sigma – once as vital a part of a journalist’s armoury as a belt made of twine and twigs – to the scrapheap? Look at this example. The decals and roof rack make me think it might have once been the magnificent wagon-lit of a restaurant critic or editor. (Actually only an editor would rate an orca. Dolphins for lower ranks.) Now even a Community news reporter might aspire to a Honda Jizz or Hyundai Night Crawler. By Dylan H.

About The Lazy Aussie

Commended Haiku writer. A lover of The West's Worst. Perth stand-up comedian, photographer and writer.
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15 Responses to The Life Journalistic

  1. The Car With The Dingo Tatoo.

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  2. The Legend 101 says:

    Are the dogs ment to repisent something?

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  3. WAtching says:

    One of the last of a dying breed…

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